3.21.2011

Es Martes / Martha Kornblith

It is Tuesday

It is TuesdayI read Kristeva(“melancholia is sterileif it does not become a poem”)It is Tuesdayand a month agomy left handburned in living flesh.I met a doctorwhom I loved madly.That man washedmy bloodthat man cleanedmy burned skinwith indulgence.That man metmy weepingbut that weepingwas not a weepingthat came from withinit was a differentweeping,an outside weeping.It is TuesdayI read Kristeva:(“I inhabit the secretcrypt of a wordlesspain”)To him I dedicate“Love can surge from pain, the deepest love.”

It is Tuesdayand I read Kristeva:“Melancholia isa perversion,it is up to usto guide it intowords and life”